“It takes as much time to build walls sturdy enough for wallflowers like you and me to lean against as it does for us to bloom.”
– Ayokunle Falomo
I’ve never been called a wallflower before, because I’m quite lively in social settings. But I definitely have some wallflower in me. It’s the part of me that likes to go places by myself and quietly observe. It’s the part of me that likes to be anonymous in public. It’s the part of me that is preparing to participate in life in some way without feeling ready yet. It’s the part of me that is self-protective.
The older I get, the less time I spend being a wallflower. Perhaps it’s because I’m ready to be seen.
The flowers in the photo are jutting out of a rocky cliff wall. They grew out of cracks, and their stems curve up toward the sky. They are wild wallflowers that bloomed.
How about that?
